Painting and Verse by Abe V RotorA piece of rock,
a patch of green
the mountains mock;
A waterfall
by thunderstorm
in summer dies;
Memories old
on benches live
in sun and rain;
Waves rush and die
against a cliff
or plain shore;
Breeze passing by
bids in its sound
of rustling leaves;
Without the chill,
and sound of sea
the shore is still.
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3 comments:
mhmmmhmhmhm.. amazingly catching.. when i read this i really felt emptiness inside... the feeling was heavy..
..haay sir your painting makes me lonely and feeling empty by reading those passages.
if you'll look at the painting with just a second it looks plain, but when you stare at it for a long time you'll feel the essence and message of the painting..
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